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Son of Hātim

Khalid Mukhtar · December 2, 2019 ·

The scholars give their volumes up to hear
The warriors their arms that they may touch
The children all their toys to just be near
This man. No man was ever loved so much.
And now ‘Adiyy bin Hātim son of Tayy
Of line defining generosity
Found himself in Madinah standing by
A grandmother who kept his company
He watched him standing on the dusty way
Conversing with that frailness bent with years
Unhastening despite the long delay
Attending reassuring calming fears
‘Adiyy received more than he ever gave
Came looking for a king and found a slave

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